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7/?e War 0/ the Nations 

Defence of Verdun - • ,.. 

Kemmel Hill 

America's Answer 

Ode on the Signing of the Armistice 

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THE WAR OF THE MAWS. 

Like a lion on the earth, 
Came the terror of the North, 
As he led his legions forth 

To the War of the Nations. 
Teuton strength and Saxon pride 
Were assembled far and wide : 
Fierce raged the fight from side to side, 

In the battle of the nations. 

Firm the strong defenders stood, 

Drove them back through field and wood ; 

Sealed the victory with their blood, 

In the War of the Nations. 
They have vexed us on the sea : 
We will strike for liberty- 
Strike until the earth is free ; 

Hear the call of the nations. 

We will answer blow for blow : 

Lay the proud oppressor low, 

That the kingdoms of the world may know 

God is judge of the nations. 
We have heard the battle cry, 
Soon our cannon shall reply ;, 
We will dare, or fighting die 

In the cause of the nations. 












DEFENCE OF YE^OUH. 



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For sixty days the Germans stormed the fateful town of 
Verdun — 
Stormed with gun and mortar, musket-bullet and 
shell ; 
And ever the noise of battle with the cannon roaring 
in tune, 
Where a million men were fighting to make of earth 
a hell. 
O when will it ever end, this carnage that would not 
cease ! 
Where thousands fell dead on the hillside, and the 
wounded lay thick in the grass : 
For whenever adays's brief respite brought a faint 
whisper of peace, 
The next saw the combat renewed as they shouted, 
'"1 hey shall not pass !'' 









"Hold the fortress at all hazard, though never a man 

survives." 
'They shall not pass," was the answer, and they paid 

the price with their lives. 
And the defenders stood like Samson when he lay at 

Gaza's gate, 
Knowing they held in their hands alone the key of 

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Women shrinking in terror with babes at their mother's 

breast : 
Weary days of watching and nighls devoid of rest. 
Storm again on the height, and the devil take him who 

flies, 
Whik the sleek old corporal yonder looks on with a 

million eyes. / 

Still over the hill they plunged, and drove back the . 

human waves, 
Until of the glory and pride of the great Crown Prince ■< 

thousands lay in their graves. 
Terror by day and night, thick vapor and poison gas, £ 
But the only reply they gave to the Hun was the message ) 

"They shall not pass " 

Out of the heart of the wood where the enemy gathered 
in line, 

S Forcing them back with their shell the French held / 

ST them firm as a vise ; tP 

And right in the midst of the wood the defenders had 1 

planted a mine, 

But as they swept down from the slope, lo, the 

Germans met a surprise, 

When they reached the edge of the wood they found 

not the foe but a living tomb, 
For the Fiench sprung their mine in their face, and (* 
^ thousands hurled to their doom. 

Over on Caillette hill, half seen through the fog and ^ 
the smoke, 
Strange figures dart through the gloom— are they 
huminor ghouls? 
Piece by piece they are building a rampart, all the men 

working like moles, 
Making a bulwark strong to withstand th2 attack when * 
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and deep, • 
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should dare e* 

To storm the defenses and drive them back again to \ 

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£ fully a score, 

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more ; 

And they stealthily crept over the ground, like rats S 

that move in the dark, *jf 

Working with piek and axe that the work might be L 

over by dawn, 

To pierce through the thick palisades: and three- > 
fourths of them went to their death, for before 
if They came to the line of defense, they were seen and 
\ hit like a mark ; 

And the rest took shelter in pits, or hid in holes in the 
^ ground. 

But they blew up the barrier of rubbish and corpse? & 

and forth like a flood \ 

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Singing the glad Marseillaise, and yelling like demons S 

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Made bold the hearts of the rest to fight till the land 
was free 

From a fate that was worse than chains or the death } 
the soldier dies, & 

Against the monster of Force aad Greed, and his 1 



doctrine of forged lies ; 
Until the giant wrong of the ages should pass and cease 
to be. i 

And as the dying notes of that thunder-clap echoed i 

away, 
It told of a time when the Terror that would make the <* 

earth its prey 

Should pass and be forgotten with the myriad wroncs 
of old. s 

And the heart of France was saved, as the tiger loosed 
c his hold, 

^ When the German bugles blew retreat on the stormv £ 
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PltfMEL HILL 

See on the heights where our banners are streaming, 

Torn by the shell as they wave in the wind ! 
Still on the Teutons come, their helmets are gleaming 
Over the wounded they leave far behind. 
Cannon are crashing, 
Bayonets flashing, 
Strong hearts are failing, 
Bronzed cheeks are paling ; 
Hold the heights, comrades, and never give way. 



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ISIearer and nearer the black flag advances ; 

Fiercely they rush o'er the wounded and slain : 
Still v e will dare to stand though fearful the chances, 
Boldly we'll answer their challenge again ! 
' '"*• Freedom all glorious 
Shall yet be victorious, 
Leave not the world in chains 
While yet one hope remains ; 
Hold to the rampart, in heaven's name hold ! 

Low on the red field our colors are lying ; 

Liberty, justice are trembling to-day : 
Fling back the foe again, though hundreds are dying ; 
There's but a single chance — but never give way. 
Vain now the idle boast 
Echoes the cry of "lost !" 
This was their last reply 
"Stand here we will or die.'' 
Like heroes they stood as the army swept on. 

Let the earth ring in praise of their glory, 

Who battled so bravely in liberty's name. 
The soft breeze of the valley shall echo their story, 
History's pages be filled with their fame. 
Boldly they stood and well : 
Nobiy they fought and fell ; 
Death was their victory, 
This their last battle-cry : 
"We'll hoid to the last man and never give up!" 



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AMERICA'S A^3WE(^. 

You flung an open challenge to the world— 
That old medieval race of fear and hate ; 

On Belgium's fields your frightful engines hurled 
To batter every bulwark of the state, 

And mad for conquest, insatiate, blind, 

Loosed terror, want and misery on mankind. 

World -conquerors you called yourselves in savage glee, 

World-devils is the title that you gain. 
Shall none but Germans dare be free ? 

Were Runnymede and Yorktown win in vain? 
Did you think we were a people so base 
Our children could ever wear the fetters of your race? 

You would rule us who can not rule your own, 
Shall America submit like Slavic hordes ? 

We are not dazzled by a throne, 
We never shall be ruled by Prussian lords. 

How dare you plead the justice of your cause, 

Who laugh at human rights, who spurn all human laws! 

We know that all your promises are chaff, 
We know your fairest words are forged lies; 

We have not proved our strength by half ; 
We are not duped by shallow sophistries. 

We do not fear this terror of the Hun, 

But will win if it takes every man and every gun. 

Think you your idle boasting would avail 
To turn back the clock of tioi2 a thousand years ? 

We're not children frightened by some nurse's tale, 
We are not all cowards, shook bv sudden fears. 

We did not tremble at the cannon *s roar ; 

We struck you on ths sea, we drove you on the shore. 

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You thought by your hidden monsters of the deep 

To frighten men, and make a god of might; 
But the ghosts of your murdered victims will not sleep 

They may teach you yet a higher law of right — 
But if you still are proof against all remorse, 
There are other means to rid the world of the dar k 
curse. 

Is this the vaunted culture you have taught, 
Who invoke heaven's aid to make of earth a hell ? 

Shall France and Belgium's injuries be forgot, 
Or the noble cause for which their soldiers fell ? 

Should we ask peace ? — you gave us war instead : 

Shall we prove cowards? — our fathers fought and bled. 

You would have peace — this message we'll send back, 

"Let Belgium's mothers answer to her foes. " 
We still are proof against every low attack, 

And we will bear our burden to the close, 
Nor ask of hussars or kaisers a moment's time 
To dally and palter with a public crime. 

You would have peace — our answer we'll make plain : 

What Jehu sent to Joram at Jezreel. 
When threats and promises alike are vain, 

When hearts of stone can not be made to feel, 
Perhaps if we should repay in coin as base, 
We may find a sovereign cure more suited to your case. 

You would have peace — but let the cannon speak. 

What peace had Franc* in all your bloody wars ? 
'Tis for politic ends you now are meek, 

When every race and age your name abhors. 
Peace but with victory, nor shall our flag be furled 
Till we rescue from death and shame the injured honor 
of the world. 

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0DE F0R THE CELEPHATI311 Op PEACE 

And in Commemoration of the Victories of the 
Allies, on the Signing of the Armistice in the 
World War, November 11, 1918. 

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Victory and Peace — let the bells be rung, 
Let the nations rejoice, and the flags be flung, 
Tell it, ye peoples of every tongue : 

Victory, Peace and Honor. 
Honor the brave and give thanks to the giver, 
Liberty, Justice, one and forever ; 
Honor the soldiers who fought the world's battles ; 

Eternal Victory and Honor. 

II. 

From Alpine peaks unto the northern sea, 

From Arabia's arid sands to Afric's coast, 
From France whose brave sons died to set her free, 

From Belgium torn and ravaged, yet not lost ; 
From nations new loosed from the Turkish yoke, 

From Russia groaning under German hordes, 
From Poland wounded, but with spirit still unbroke, 

Where Prussian strength had built a sheath of swords- 
Let a jubilant people rejoice, 
And with one living voice, 

Proclaim the dawn of Peace and Liberty. 

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They came, the gray barbarian of the no^th. 
Up from out the nether sea 

Came the captains and the lords, 
Rung the knell of liberty 
Saxon mail and Prmsian swords, 
Down like a wolf upon the fold. 
And the devils of the deep 

Struck and maimed and held them fast, 
While the Belgian jailers keep 

Watch and ward as on they passed, 
Warriors bold for vast emprise, 
And for human sacrifice. 



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They came arrayed in strength and power, 

Cities fell beneath their stroke ; 
Peaceful homes their swords devour, 

As the myriad-voiced cannon broke 
Over hamlet, city and field, 

Leaving monuments of bones, 
Making slaves who would not yield. 
Storming out from Belgium's walls, 

Broke the deluge over France ; 
Many a strong old fortress falls, 

Ruin marked their swift advance $p 

As a wond leaps into arms 
To disperse the hideous foe 
Working wrath and death below, 
Until every hill and glen 
Echoes the sound of armsd men, 
And Paris shook beneath war's wild alarms. 

Then at the Marne the armies halt- 
Halt like a leaderless host dazzled and blind ; 
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When, as the hrst vague rumour flies, 
The sleeping sons of France arise 
To repel the foe of human-kind, 
«» And with slaughter drive them back 

On their long ensanguined march and devious devils track 
L Far o'er the ringing plains their armies flew, 
Y They close and hurl them back with resistless might 
And many a valiant deed shall leap to light 

Of patriots brave and true . 
True lovers of their homes and of the right 
Were they, though their numbers few, 
For lo! a leader bold with skill to plan 

And overmatch in fight 
The boldest leaders of the fiendish clan, 
The noble Joffre arose and cleft them through, 
And proved whit a good Fro'nchtiun's svard cm do 
Honor the hero and honor the man 
Who stood with the bravest in that fateful hour, 
f And his companions no less bold than he, 

Who broke the matchless strength of Teuton power, 
And drove back the vulture brood, the clamorou* 
foes of liberty. 

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Lo, Britain's sons awake! 

Britain great by land and sea, 

Holding still the light of liberty; 

Arose with power to shake ** 

The triple-headed beast ot tyranny. 

Englard whom we all revere, 

Throned within her lslana sphere, 

Parent of our common laws, 

Enlisted in one common cause ; / } 

England, our motner, still more dear 

For the cause that made us one; 



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Nobly she stood by ship and gun; 
Not in vain may her children claim 
To be heirs of her great fame. 
For the myriad-throated Hydra drew 
Round Verdun, like a sentinel, 
Strongly guarded to repel 
Fiercest onslaught of the foe ; 
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But in vain their engines broke 
Scatheless round those hearts of oak. 
Fire and poison, flame and gas ; 

Armies melt away like rain, 
Mouldering corpses strewed the giass, 

As they stormed but stormed in vain. 
Petain the valiant, Petain the bold 
Firmly held by his old strong-hold, 
He stood and held the toe at bay 
Till the English could rally and save the day; 
And while the brave defenders stood 
Menacing in field and wood, 
They gave back the answer, "They shall not pass.' 

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Swift as across ths ssa. thi msssage fl:w, 
Columbia heard the call to arms 
Whose armies were never overcome in fight, 
Whose banner never rose but in defense of right, 
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Her soldiers rally at her command ; 
They arise and nobly stand 

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To dare or die in deferse of liberty 

In this great conflict that should set men free. 

Forth on one final great assay, 

The Teutons moved to storm the capital, 
Boasting the strong city should fall 

Before the earliest rose should bbo.n in May. 
lhey triumphed briefly, triumphed for a day ; 
For soon a leader bold arose, 
A master strategist, 
Soldier and optimist, 
In whom all our trust and hopes repose ; 
Our great leader, hero of the hour, 

Our chief Commander of the West and East, 
He struck and broke the strength of Teuton power, 
And shook the mighty kingdom of the Beast. 

Marshal Foch, our greatest mar, 
The greatest warrior since this earth began — 
Our matchless leader, who will not tail us yet 
Though all the foes of anarchy assail, 
With France's millions who could not forget 
The boundless interest of the German debt; 
Till Freedom's armies once again prevail, 
And drive the Hun with thunder and with hail 

Of shot End shell back to their native lair. ,. / 

And our own brave Pershing rushed on the toe, 
Dealing them many a heavy blow ; <S 

Charged and routed through field and town, 
Pounded and hammered and beat them down ; 
Stormed in the trenches and diove from the height, J> 
Turned and routed in headlong flight, 
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With are and thunder and saber-stroke, 
They reeled and fell through the batteries' smoke 
As the black eagles fled in wild am aze, 
Forgetting their first August's halcyon days, 
They could scarce keep pace while the devils ran, 
Till they came to the fortress of old Sedan, 
And there they paused for a breathing space 
Worn and exhausted, but they won the race ; 
And France was saved and a world was won 
In the greatest battles since time begun. 



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And Italy like a lion in her might, 

Remembering the glory of the past, 
When Rome drove back the Goth in headlong flight, 
And all their armies cast 
Beyond the Tiber's fretted wails— 
Un ner to-day a higher splender fails. 
Well may her sons again behold 
Another triumph greater thin the old, 
As far beyond the dark Piave's roar 
They drive the frighted Austrian from the shore. 



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And Greece arose ; there are true patriots yet 

In the great land of story and of song, Cp 

Who can not all her nobler dreams forget. 

Or the ancient triumphs that to her belong. 
Slaves could not breathe and wear the Turkish yoke, 
Or Bulgar fetters, and the spirit woke 
*■■'' Of Greece, long struggling to be free, 

Boasting the laurel wreath and civic crown ; 
She heard the call of liberty, 
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And Allenby, our English Allenby 
Subdued the Turk and saved the Holy Land 
With his good English army greatly manned, 
In his victorious advance 
Matching well the hosts of France, 
Marched to Jerusalem and overthrew 

The Moslem hordes who dared to hold 
What many an old crusader bold 
Had sought to win, our Saviour's sacred home. 
And won fresh laurels tor his name ; 
With honor greater than when their bugles blew 
To hail the victorious chiet from Waterloo, 
Shall be our welcome when they come; 
When they come bearing their banners from afar, 
The glorious heroes in this Holy War ; 

Greater than Austerlitz or Trafalgar 
Shall be in the coming age the glory of their fame. 

Did ever yet on'earth dawn such a day ? 

Were ever yet more gorgeous flags unfurled ? 
A day to be noted for a thousand years ; 
A day made sacred by our blood and tears ; 
A day anew to consecrate 
The wreck of many a fallen state, 
And mould in some diviner shape that shall closer bind 

The vast republics of mankind 
In the great league of states and federation of the world. 

VII 
Rejoice, the victory is won ! 
And peace draws near with each returning sun. 
Rejoice ! It is God's day, a day ot days; 

Arid let no mortal dare to raise 
His voice but in thankfulness and praise 

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To Him who armed our hosts to overthrow 

And lay the proud invader low, 
And mingla rejoicing with humility 

Before that Heaven that doth judge the right, 

That justice shall ever be approved in its sight, 
And that He in whose guiding hand our hopes repose, 

May still direct and guard our task until its close. 

A new day dawns— bind up the nation's wounds, 
And states remould in new and happier forms. 
The great world-conflict now is o'er, 
5* Soldier rest and fight no more. 

Rejoice, it is a solemn day, 

A day of solemn-brooding pain ; 
A day of losses matched with gain, 
As we welcome our soldiers home again. 
And as the gorgeous pageant slowly moves away, 
Let us glory in the deeds they wiought, 
For freedom's battles nobly fought, 
And all their works of vast design ; 
The toil, the march, the labored rampart line, 
Seeming something less human than divine. 
Still other fields are to be fought and other victories 

won 
In peace, and men live nobler, freer under the sun. 

And as toward the unchanging sea 
Moves a sad world with all things here below, 
With wailings of the universal woe 
Let us mingle psalm and prayer, 
As befits the solemn hour, 
That how'er hearts may fail or clouds may lower, 

The world moves ever on towards the light 
When scepters shall pass from earth or thrones be just. 
And temperate Justice shall resume its sway, 
In farther ages chat we can not see. 
Since man has learned a high and holier trust, 
Freedom shall broaden till all men are free, 
And the millennial ea r th rejoice in an eternal day. 
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